Memories in my head are like sand on a beach...
Grains that have gathered for ages...
Some on the surface and some way down deep...
I can pull them up like turning pages.

Each memory is like a grain of sand...
Each grain unique unto itself...
Not all so great, but others so grand...
Shuffled by the sea like books upon a shelf...

My mind is always shifting like the sands...
Forever manipulated by the ocean...
Like watery fingers from the the seas hands...
That can take away or leave behind, like a magic potion...

I try to walk slowly upon my beach...
With wonder and an open mind...
I try to learn all I can and also try to teach...
Always amazed at what I will find...

Tread lightly and keep watch of the tides...
Each grain can be very precious...
Every moment won't be a glorious ride...
But things like a child's giggle can become infectious...

Age, like the tide will creep up on us all...
Memories will be swept away by the waves...
Some will become harder to recall...
But, the best ones of all, we'll take to our graves...